Thursday, 9/27/01

I wrote this months ago. I have no idea why I'm posting it now. I never even considered it finished, just a sketch... But I just feel so bad right now, I want to post something. I feel like... I've just been wasting everyone's time for the past 24 years. Waste waste waste.

It was sparked by the first line of an unrelated poem by Dom which seems to have since disappeared.

"You shouldn't have wasted your time on me."
She said it because there was nothing left to say.
Words to calm her apprehension,
To fill the strained and silent tension,
Words to dismiss our years together, throw it all away.

"You shouldn't have wasted your time on me."
To think of all we could have done, all we could have made!
The wasted hours that she sang her
Helpless song of love and anger,
Time ticking by as I felt lonely and afraid.

"You shouldn't have wasted your time on me."
Remorse dripping from her voice.
I shouldn't have wasted my time on her,
But did I ever really have a choice?